Slaves1 rule over us, and there is none to free us from their hands.29
We get our bread at the risk of our lives because of the sword in the desert.
Our skin is hot as an oven, feverish from hunger.311
Women have been ravished4 in Zion, and virgins in the towns of Judah.
Princes have been hung up by their hands; elders5 are shown no respect.613
Young men toil at the millstones; boys stagger under loads of wood.
The elders are gone from the city gate; the young men have stopped their music.715
Joy is gone from our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.816
The crown9 has fallen from our head.10 Woe to us, for we have sinned!1117
Because of this our hearts12 are faint,13 because of these things our eyes14 grow dim1518
for Mount Zion,16 which lies desolate,17 with jackals prowling over it.